The Boss Assignment (Rogue Protectors Book 3) by Victoria Paige (red scrolls of magic txt) 📗

Didn’t she know that statement only made him feel like shit? “Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” Finally, some outrage on her part. It was what he expected in the first place, not this willing march to an imaginary doom.

He spun around, mouth sneering. “Martyring yourself?”

“Marty—” Her eyes widened in outrage.

Finally, there was fire in her eyes, so he pushed. “This fatalistic surrender to your doom. Is that some kind of recompense to make up for your guilt at your mother’s death?”

Her face paled. “How dare you bring that up?”

“Because that’s what’s driving you, isn’t it? This need to do something to save others even if it means sacrificing yourself.”

“You don’t know what drives me,” she snarled.

“Don’t I? You tried to save your work even when the Mexican Army was bearing down on us. So don’t tell me you wouldn’t give anything to find the culprit who created this virus and you don’t care what happens to you. I’m merely providing you with this chance to do this with the added benefit of safeguards in place.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.” She jabbed her finger at his chest. “How can I forget that you’ve mastered the con from a young age, huh? You almost had me fooled. ‘Poor Charly, I’ll throw her a bone, a little sympathy for her guilt at causing her mother’s death. I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand and she’ll do anything I ask for crumbs of kindness.”

It pissed him off that she brought up his past and it was exactly why he didn’t want to share it with people who might exploit it. Each statement of hers only excavated his self-hatred for who he had been, and for what had led to Dante’s death.

“Are you done?” he stated flatly. “Because it’s late. I’m hungry. And I have no time for your theatrics.”

“Fuck you, Antonio!” she snapped, spinning around and sprinting away from him.

It didn’t help that all through their argument he’d grown extremely hard. He looked down at his dick clearly imprinted on his sweatpants.

Damn her.

He went after her. Her sweatpants-clad ass scurrying away from him like a pissed off hen. He caught up with her right before she reached the elevator, and yanked at that taunting ponytail. Her back rammed against his chest and, using his grip on her ponytail, he spun her around and pinned her to the wall.

Her mouth fell open, eyes shooting sparks of furious disbelief, and he did what he’d been wanting to do for the past two nights. Antonio crushed his mouth on hers, shoving his tongue forcefully between those infuriating lips, using his leverage on her ponytail to compel her submission.

She squirmed against him and he wasn’t sure whether it was to get closer to him or push him away, but the answering moan that vibrated against his tongue only inflamed him. Letting go of her hair, he lifted her bodily and pinned her to the wall, their faces level, his erection grinding between her legs. His cock roared to get more action. It wanted inside her, but it was too soon. His damned prick just needed to wait. He continued devouring her mouth and she responded by digging her fingers into his hair and pushing her tits against his chest, grinding that pussy on his hardness.

Hell, yes.

But the digging became yanking and it took fleeting seconds for Antonio to realize it was a sign she wanted him to stop.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled a hair’s breadth away from her panting mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?” she rasped.

“Me?”

She shut her eyes briefly, and then when she blinked them open, she said, “I just cussed at you.”

“And I obliged.” His mouth quirked.

“Fuck you, doesn’t mean fuck you,” she flared.

“Oh, minha linda, coming from you, it does.” His body heated up some more. Something about the way she said those words made him think filthier thoughts. He slid his erection right at her center and her eyes widened.

“Oh my God,” she moaned and squeezed her eyes shut again. “Stop that.” Yet her pelvis tilted for more.

“You really want me to stop this?” He repeated the motion, the friction making it harder and harder for him not to spend in his clothes. Didn’t matter. What mattered was feeling Charly come apart in his arms.

“You’re the devil,” she sank her teeth into her fat bottom lip.

“Now hush.” A chuckle rumbled up inside him. “Let me give you this.” He continued grinding against her cleft with his cock and then he nipped at her jaw before taking her mouth in a more languid kiss, but he kept pressure where she needed him most.

Antonio should feel guilty about seducing her this way. In some ways, Charly had the look of an innocent. It was that damned ponytail and that smattering of freckles. And yet what aroused him the most was the way she challenged him. It made him feel … alive. She moaned into his mouth and he shamelessly stroked her in a relentless rhythm. And when she cried out, he eased away and used his knuckles to prolong her pleasure. Her nails clawed at his shoulders and he reveled in the idea that he made the doctor lose control.

He lifted from the kiss and frowned at her downcast eyes.

“Let me go,” she mumbled.

“You’re not finished.”

“Antonio.” This time she glared up at him. “Let. Me. The. Fuck. Go.”

He did, but quickly added, “We’re not regretting this.”

“This shouldn’t have happened. Why?” She gestured between them. “Why make this complicated when I’m doing what you want?” She jabbed at the elevator button repeatedly.

“You think I’m trying to seduce you into submission?” he growled. “You still think I’m running a con? Why do I need sex to get what I want? I have money. I can get any woman I want.”

“And yet you failed with Ariana,” Charly deadpanned.

The elevator dinged and opened. Charly got in, but Antonio stood there, frowning, stupefied how he walked right into that.

She looked at him in